A Smile

I feel gratitude in my heart each time I can meet someone and look at his or her smile. (Elie Wiesel, late Romanian-born American writer)

A family who had moved from a large American city to a small Midwest town, remarked on the response of people they met on the street. In the city, everyone seemed in a hurry and hardly noticed passersby. In the small town, however, everyone smiled at them or at least nodded. Those spontaneous smiles seemed like a “welcome home.

When they were discouraged, I smiled at them. My look of approval was precious to them (Job 29:24).